"Yes, he said afterward that he thought Ann was still young, curious if Ann could understand the paintings, so he followed us." Old Mrs. Qin's words were tactful, but Qin Haochen still felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Little One's older brothers instantly frowned and looked cold.
Though they restrained their displeasure and spoke in lowered tones, all six of them spoke simultaneously, their momentum imposing: "Is he looking down on Ann?!"
Little One's chewing mouth froze in an instant.
She blinked her round eyes in confusion, slightly widening them in response to their words.
Qin Sui'an glanced at her angry father and then at her even angrier six brothers. She quickly chewed and swallowed the food in her small belly.
Immediately, she nervously reached out her small hand, clapping twice in midair as if urging her father and brothers not to be angry.